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Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote 8Chrysostom'S Epitaph
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Literature · Humor
Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote 8
Chrysostom'S Epitaph
SaavedraEnglish
The body of a wretched swain,
Killed by a cruel maid's disdain,
In this cold bed neglected lies.
He lived, fond, hapless youth! to prove
Th' inhuman tyranny of love,
Exerted in Marcela's eyes.
Then they strewed abundance of flowers and boughs on the grave, and after expressions of condolence to his friend Ambrosio, they took their leave of him.
All beauty does not inspire love; some please the sight without captivating the affections. If all beauties were to enamour and captivate, the hearts of mankind would be in a continual state of perplexity and confusion--for beautiful objects being infinite, the sentiments they inspire should also be infinite.
True love cannot be divided, and must be voluntary and unconstrained.
The viper deserves no blame for its sting, although it be mortal--because it is the gift of Nature.
Beauty in a modest woman is like fire or a sharp sword at a distance; neither doth the one burn nor the other wound those that come not too near them.
Honor and virtue are ornaments of the soul, without which the body, though it be really beautiful, ought not to be thought so.
Let him who is deceived complain.
Let him to whom faith is broken despair.
She who loves none can make none jealous, and sincerity ought not to pass for disdain.
Much time is necessary to know people thoroughly.
We are sure of nothing in this life.
There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not terminate.
Fortune always leaves some door open in misfortune.
Sometimes we look for one thing and find another.
Self-praise depreciates.
The cat to the rat--the rat to the rope--the rope to the gallows.
Out of the frying-pan into the fire.
One man is no more than another, only inasmuch as he does more than another.
The lance never blunted the pen, nor the pen the lance.
A mouth without teeth is like a mill without a stone.
The dead to the bier, and the living to good cheer.
One effect of fear is to disturb the senses, and make things not to appear what they really are.
